Ah, Whole Foods
May 24th, 2008 — -A couple years ago, in the San Francisco branch of Whole Foods Market, off of steep and divisionary slope of Van Ness Blvd, I picked up a flat package containing a fistful of cold, cooked white rice, and a few pieces of bloody tuna thrown this way and that. I brought it to the help desk, and asked, “What is this?”
